Congratulations,
You've made it,
You scarred me for life.

It was almost a decade ago,
the years you kept cutting me,
over and over as some form of entertainment.

It was like bullfighting,
you stung me, and cut me,
the audience laughed and cheered.

Your words were like poisoned daggers,
slowly and painfully cutting through my flesh,
over and over again.

It is almost a decade since then,
my wounds have not yet healed,
they are still poisoned.

The wounds so easily gets cut wide open,
just a light wind,
or a touch of a feather will do it.

Today I was lightly touched by a feather,
it slid over my wounds,
it started to pour blood out of them.

I couldn't stop it,
I bled uncontrolled,
it was so hurtful.

It's like living it again,
hearing your hurtful words,
day after day.

I hate you,
I hate that you've made it,
I hate that you've scarred med for life!